"Begon little fiend, lest I bind you myself and make you wish you were demoted to a puddle of troll remains!" the orc grunted his annoyance at the planar servant before raising his bid in turn: "I will not be outbid by a planar equivalent of a flying rodent! I bid 275,000 gold pieces of our plunder!"

The drowess watches the exchange with a bemused look. When the orc shoos away the imp, she frowns slightly before shrugging.
"Alright orc, looks like you win the bid."She motions for the orc to step off the road with her to exchange goods.

Kliron - "Only the simple minded think all weapons are of the forge and steel."